I think we shall be for some time with friends at Southampton." "Indeed?
How odd! I also have friends at Southampton.

A son of Sir Edward Mull; he married a niece of mine." Barbara could have cried with mortification.

She muttered she knew not what.

Then again came a blank in the dialogue.
"I trust we may meet again," was Mr.Musselwhite's next sentence.

It cost him an effort; he reddened a little, and moved his feet about.
"There is no foreseeing.